Time is a gift. How will you use yours?

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Having to spend a lot of time sitting with my foot propped up, while being frustrating (I’m an active type), is slowly bringing me to realise I need to evaluate my time. My goal on retiring was to write.
In my youth I was given a message, in a mysterious encounter, that my destiny was to write. At the time I was an artist and thought they must have got it wrong, but as I’ve grown older the idea of using what I’d learnt in a very full and diverse life to help inspire others has grown.
Other goals have been slowly added, studying health, growing my own vegetables, yoga, exercise etc. Then there’s helping others, my children and grand-kids, and sailing with the disabled, for a while I even added being part of a local “green” group but that proved to be too much lol.
All these are good things, but a bit from an Andrew Womack audio kept ringing in my head. He said, if you have more than one goal your efforts get too diffused. He recalled many good causes he could have gotten involved with and had encouraged others in, but how he had to stick to that he felt he was ordained to do.
I pondered this at the time recalling another old saying, “don’t let doing what is good keep you from doing what is best.” but then I shrugged it off – mistake maybe?
Now apart from watching movies writing is the only thing I can do and I’m realising how unfocused I’d become, just fitting in a bit here and there between all the other stuff. Not that I can’t do these other things but that they should revolve around my writing not vise versa.
Maybe my temporary injury has a silver lining.
Much love to all you fellow writers and thank you all so much for all your concern and continuous encouragement! It’s so good to find so many others like me.

Unbelievable! (Update on my injury).

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The orthopedic surgeon I was referred to for further treatment phoned to say they couldn’t find a fracture on my x-rays (weird because they showed the chipped sections to my daughter)so I wouldn’t need to come for further treatment as it was only a soft tissue injury after all.
Hearing that there was no longer any pain or swelling she encouraged me to try to start to walk on it again (keeping the boot for support)to prevent it getting stiff.
I’m now hobbling (due to the boot)around on it without even needing the crutches and still totally pain free, in fact it feels pretty much like normal(I’m going to go slow though.)
Many thanks to those who prayed for it, this surely is not “normal”. It sure felt like a break when it happened(I’m not the fainting type and thought I’d pass out or throw up with the pain) but even a bad sprain couldn’t heal so quickly!
My heart is full of joy!

My new accessories!

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Sadly a minor slip on the stairs means two weeks of a boot and crutches due to two chipped bones and possible ligament injury. At first I thought it must be broken as the pain was excruciating, I was in shock and felt like throwing up.To even move it was agony.
Things I’m thankful for:
1)It’s just a chip not a break.
2) My daughter was dropping my grandson (he usually comes to my door alone)and coped with wonderful calm and efficiency.
3) After sending prayer request messages in the car the pain dramatically eased before I got to the hospital and I could move the toes again.
We managed to fit the hospital stuff in before my daughter had to leave for a vital board meeting (just ran over 5 mins.)so she was able to drive me home.
4) I’d just done my weekly shopping.
5) I hadn’t yet put my office chair in the garage as planned (it has wheels)
6) Two of my daughters came to cook for me (due to a prior arrangement to meet up)
7) My daughter had helped me sign up to “Net Flix” the day before.
8) All pain had stopped by the afternoon and I never needed the strong pain killers the doctor prescribed.
9) The egg sized swelling on my ankle bone had completely vanished when I took the boot off to go to sleep.
10) It seems even when something bad happens God still takes amazing care of me!

The eternal walk.

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Time walks on unencumbered,
Naught can ease its steps
No barrier formed delay it,
It no tearful entreaty accepts.
Sometimes we are dragged on behind it
Sometimes we push to the fore,
But nothing my friend can dissuade it
I know for I’ve tried it before.
The wise will see where it’s heading
Prepare themselves for the roles
They’ll see where their feet will be treading
On sweet scented grass or hot coals.

A new era.

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A new era is soon to begin. There have been many eras, many roles, in my life, changing countries, cultures, relationships etc. and now my excitement builds as a new one comes into view.
You see the grandson I take care of a lot (dropping at school, picking up and helping with homework etc.) will soon start secondary school and have officially outgrown granny lol. He will then be able to make the school trip with his older half brother. Already at 11 he rarely needs a babysitter more a place to stay till he gets picked up and someone to see he rides home safely.
Not only will I be free of the 3pm constraint that limits my activities somewhat but my youngest grandson who I tend to also interact with somewhat will start primary school. I’m happy they both got into excellent schools which they like a lot (not always the case in London)and will of course be close by should need arise.
I’m anticipating the freedom though and being able to do some of the things I’ve had to put on the back burner for the past few years, like holidays, trips to see more far flung friends, more frequent days out in London etc. and of course less interruptions in my time to write lol.I think this will be a great era!

with the eyes of a child.

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“Inside a train there was an old man sitting near the window together with his 24 year old son.
The son looking out towards the window shouted: ” DAD, look! the trees are going behind!”
His dad smiled and a young couple looked at the 24 year old guy behaving childishly with pity.
Suddenly he again claimed : “DAD look! the clouds are running with us!”
The couple couldn’t resist and said to the old man, “Why don’t you take your son to a doctor?”
The old man smiled and said, “We’ve been there already. My son was blind from birth; he just got his eyes today.””

(Such a lovely story gleaned from a friends FB post (sorry didn’t give the source). It reminded me of my first call to teach, the discovery of sharing the wonder and excitement of a child on discovering the world – may we never lose that vision!)

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Perfect sailing day, blue skies with incredible cloud formations, the gentle swish of the water, bird calls and fluffy baby swans – heaven on earth!
I had fun learning how to lift and clean the tillers whist the boats were sailing. The lake is currently full of excess floating weeds that mess up the steering so my job at one point, as helper on the patrol motor boat, was to grab the back of the sail boats and raise the tiller so the weeds came off (easier than I thought!) feeling good!

A sunny walk near my place.

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(Above) Some of the boats we use to take out our “special sailors”

(Two below) We call it the nursery due to the number of swan, geese and duck families in residence – looking for a free breakfast.

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(Next 3 views of one of the locks on the Grand Union Canal)

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Gate to the bird sanctuary ( a much wilder area!)

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Two smaller beauties I noticed. (The thistles in the bird sanctuary were like a forest higher than my head!)

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